A Spring Message on a Snowy Night

Follow the publication updates on Weibo: @Qi Yu Wu [Capital City golden boy x beautiful, lively woman with classic elegance] The first time You Zhiyi met Xing Congning was at her grandmother’s funeral. A light rain fell as smoke and fire billowed all around them, and Buddhist scriptures were chanted. His attendant respectfully held an umbrella while he stood beneath it, exchanging pleasantries with her father. Before leaving, her father called You Zhiyi over to greet him. Through the misty rain, she looked up. The man’s features were cool and alluring, untouched by worldly concerns, yet possessed of boundless elegance. After a moment’s thought, her father introduced him. “By seniority, you should call him…” Before he could finish saying the proper form of address, The man looked at her and interrupted with a faint smile. “Just call me Xing Congning.” At the time, You Zhiyi knew only that he was a distinguished businessman her father could not afford to offend. - They met again on a snowy day in early spring. The night was deep, and a light snow fell thickly. He had come to pick her up at a friend’s request. At a teahouse on an old street, the man approached slowly through the swirling snow, holding an umbrella in one hand. As the crisp crunch of his footsteps stopped, a lattice window on the second floor of a shop creaked open a crack. A patch of clear light fell across the scene, and he stopped in front of her. Snowflakes scattered across his shoulders. With brows dark as ink and a gentle voice, he said, “Miss You, I’m Xing Congning. Qingrui asked me to come pick you up.” - The Xing family’s villa was called Plum Garden. You Zhiyi was the first female guest to stay there. One morning, as was her habit, she woke to the soft rustle of fresh snow falling outside and stepped out barefoot. Across the pristine carved corridor and the elegant garden, with its proudly blooming wintersweet, she looked at the person sitting in the tearoom on the first floor opposite her. The lattice window stood wide open, and snow fell like goose down. He sat by the window, focused on brewing tea. Smoke curled from the incense burner, drifting around his profile. After watching him for a long while, she took out her phone and messaged him, asking if he would marry her. A moment later, the man she was watching picked up the phone beside him. His reply came through: Xing Congning: Put on your shoes. - Slow burn, sweet romance. Six-year age gap. Cong is pronounced “cong.” My next novel will be “Sinking in Aocheng.” Here’s the blurb: Badass girl x troublemaker In Aocheng, everyone knew the Qiao and Zheng families had arranged a betrothal between their children. With their matched backgrounds and childhood friendship, they seemed like the perfect pair. Only their closest friends knew the truth was nothing of the sort. One was brazen and flamboyant, with enough girls around him to form a pop group. The other was dazzling and unruly, with so many male companions they could line up like a football team. Both were determined to make the other one the most miserable person to marry, and they competed against each other without giving an inch. Their friends huddled together, nursing headaches and already imagining the chaos of married life. But they couldn’t defy their elders, so the wedding had to go ahead. To protest, the two protagonists both disappeared a week before the wedding. Their relatives and elders panicked and scrambled to find them. Their closest friends took turns bombarding them with calls, but there was no answer. Just as everyone was preparing to face questions from the media, Zheng Baitu’s phone finally connected. The man’s low, slightly hoarse voice came through lazily, tinged with irritation. “What is it?” Before the people waiting by the phone could ask anything, another soft female voice came through, scolding him quietly. “Zheng Baitu! You ripped my dress again!” The voice and tone perfectly matched those of the other missing person. The man being scolded wasn’t annoyed at all. With a mischievous laugh, and completely unconcerned about the audience listening in, he replied, “Didn’t you bite me just as hard last night?” - [Important] The relationship history in the beginning of the blurb is fake! Fake! Fake!!! He’s loved her for years / childhood sweethearts / wealthy family alliance A combative couple Theme: Promote traditional culture